Poems - Michael Goodnight - Editor

Never fades away,Lovely Lyca lay.Seven summers oldLovely Lyca told.She had wandered long,Hearing wild birds' song."Sweet sleep, come to meUnderneath this tree;Do father, mother, weep?Where can Lyca sleep?"Lost in desert wildIs your little child.How can Lyca sleepIf her mother weep?"If her heart does ache,Then let Lyca wake;If my mother sleep,Lyca shall not weep.